Oh Statistics.

I hate statistics. I'm still wondering why I even took the course. The homework is tedious and pointless; the teacher is a real douchebag and slavedriver. The worse part is that his wife is my CHEM TEACHER.

Hoorah for failure.

Ian.

I had a dream

I wish I were ignorant about life.

Such a weird thing to say huh?

I wish I could be like one of those retarded bimbos whos lives are revolved around the materialistic world; where worries, anxiety and stress are only caused by typical things like bills and typical conflicts; when things that actually matter - the state of the world, their future, hardly even faze them. I don't even know what i should categorize people like them under; are they smart for being ignorant? or are they unintelligent because maybe, just maybe, they realize it's less of a burden to not care about things; and I, as such a foolish person, do not realize this.

Have you ever felt that moment? When you felt alive? When the world just stopped spinning for awhile? and you realize you are there. You are living; you are breathing; you are something. Why can't life just be like that always?

Sigh.

I hate you so.

Ian.

The lack of posts

Time and time again, I would start to ignore my bloggy. For the plain reason for laziness. Well, this time I have an actual excuse! I'm using my brother's comp now as my main comp, and he has virtually no more space to add any pictures in; and blog - pictures = no blog at all. Ergo, I shall not blog because of that one reason. :D

Anyway. Just saying, I have a few posts that I'm just so reluctant to post because they are just so vile and angry, or just undone. I surprise myself sometimes. 

I like my new banner.

I'm really gaining alot of weight. I realized now what was the problem. I lost alot of weight in America not because I walked alot, or exercised alot; it was because i ate right. I kept away from carbohydrates and cheese as much as I could, and even if i do consume carbo, it's usually just in the form of bread, like bread from sandwich or bread for a burger; but otherwise, I would totally not have any rice or source of carbohydrates. 

I have come to a conclusion that the rice i'm taking in sumptuously lately is the cause of my bloatedness; and hence, I shall now stop consuming said product and see the outcome. This means switching to eating only meat and fibre, to simulate the diet I had in America; and hopefully, just hopefully, i can stop my body from getting into a train wreck and bloat up so much so I look like how I looked before i left for America. *queue dramatic music*.

I feel like posting, yet i don't :(

P.S. Statistics is the by far, by FAR, the most torturous, malevolent, unreasonable math class i have taken in my entire life. (Maybe it's because I missed the first week of class and my teacher is a total bitch (he's a he.) that uses the excuse, "YOU'RE FROM AMERICA, YOU SHOULD KNOW THE WAY AROUND"; and refers to me as "American" in class; and uses the excuse that I have a 3.8 GPA as to critique me on my current standing; to completely and utterly desecrate my tolerance.) 

God send help.

 

Ian

An extremely late post.

Someone graduated.

I'm sure some of you may remember Undarmaa, the eccentric mongolian girl my groupleader-come-best friend. Last semester was the semester she finally graduated. After 4 years of being in the university of Kansas, she finally graduated from the school of economics and political sciences. Yay for her.


Undarmaa infront of the people who discovered Helium. (They went to KU, apparently.)


Because me and Madhu (Sri Lankan friend.) were such great friends; and since Undarmaa had no real family there. (She apparenly told her parents to only come for her masters graduation -__-")

- End of post made a month ago.-

I really wish I had the rest of these pictures in these desktop. It's such a bother that the only thing on this desktop is Google Chrome, msn and Dota. I can't seem to continue anything I was doing post-coming-back-home simply because it's like, everything's temporary now; I don't know, it's like that feeling you get, when you're in the middle of the sea snorkeling, and you realize, that there's no solid ground, only corals on the seabed. Forlorness I guess.

Just to make it clear to you, I do have more pictures I wanted to use, but sadly I didn't upload them before I saved this post a month ago. Sad.

I remember that day fairly well though, Undarmaa's graduation. It was already the end of school, and I was staying at a friend's place; though, the night before the graduation I spent at Undarmaa's apartment, seeing as how it'd be easier to go to the graduation the next day.

KU has many traditions, and it was a pleasure to find out that there was a tradition for graduation too, a rather interesting (and long) one at that. There's like a field in the middle of KU, a humungous one, like an actual park you can walk in, and not far off, there's a football stadium (an EXTREMELY large one.), at the top of the hill, stands the campamille (or however it's spelt.) It's like a tall building filled with bells and such, I think I have it on one of my previous posts as I was discovering KU. Anyway, the the graduates are expected to walk through their campamille as a symbol of graduation. (Because, there's a belief that if you go through the campamille before you graduate, you won't graduate from KU.)

They through the campamille and down the extremely EXTREMELY long road towards the stadium for the ceremony. Parents and friends stand at the sides of the pathway and take pictures as they see their graduate walk down the path. Turns out, there were 2 pathways that the graduates were categorized under, college of liberal arts and the professional schools. Undarmaa, was in the school of liberal arts. Me, being such a fool, sat under the hot sun for 2 hours waiting to take her picture on the side of the OTHER pathway. I finally gave up, and only after the ceremony, did Undarmaa tell i was watching the wrong pathway. (Sigh.)

The whole thing finally ended after 5-6 long hours as we went for dinner at madhu's host parents' place; for dumplings!

Ian.